I am selfish
in servitude to myself.
A hole is forming
I’m struggling
trying to keep up with the cracks.
The plaster is old
and I’m selfish
I want to keep it up
keep the exterior from wrinkling.
Looking out through a hole
I see all the eyes
hearing voices at a distance
as my words slip in
trying to compete
because I want to be heard
I can’t be quiet always.
I’m selfish
unwilling to only listen.
As if I’m infused within the barricade
between myself and what’s not
I wince as pieces are being pried away
and I’m no longer sure
If I’m encased within the wall
or I myself am the wall?
Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina
I am selfish
Temperamentally Tina 